Come, surf the clouds, race the dark

"Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk,

in tongues from the time before man.

Listen to a daffodil tell her tale,

Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn."

"The meadows of heaven await harvest,
the cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched.
The elsewhere creatures yet unseen,
finally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave."

Nightwish - Élan